When I traded in my Legal Brief Case to become the Diva of Domesticity and Stay-at-Home Motherhood I discovered I was more clueless than ever. Sixteen years later, I’m still parentally challenged. I suspect I’m not alone. On my blog, you’ll get the whole truth and nothing but the truth. These are the mostly true tales of this wild ride of middle-aged parenthood. And I make no effort here to clean it up. It’s me, uncensored. My home is a high-testosterone Jackass episode with The Boys, The Husband and my two fur children, the shelter pups. I am the only one who lives here without a penis, but I don’t care. I more than make up for that by being deeply in the throes of peri-menopause. So far, I’m winning. My goal is to keep it that way.